Single in L.A.

Try not to beat me up, okay? I didn’t forger about this blog…per se. It’s a matter of life taking over. Mine. Took me over. Completely. It’s not easy being a grown up.

Speaking of. I am TOTALLY adult now! December 7th was the 30th anniversary of the world being bless with a little bit of HAUTENESS! I talked about it mucho. And it finally came and went. Sorry I didn’t share it with you. Forgive me?Don’t worry, I celebrate birth months these days. Is there any other way? So, feel free to drop lots of happy birthday wishes and such – because I am. Happy that is. I was soooo freaking out over 30 for NO REASON. It’s pretty great. Giselle was totally NOT lying when she said I’d wake up feeling like a real B.I.T.C.H. the next day. (that’s the Star Jones definition of course “Babe in Total Control of Herself – High FIVE Star!)

30 pretty much rocks so far (when it stops, I’ll let you know). Here’s a few fab chicks that turned 30 this year and are wearing it well.

Eve, Amerie and the ONLY white girl that I think deserved to win ANTM, Caridee English.

Anywho, I’m 30, we have a Black President and therefore I’m newly re-committed to blogging and making things happen. I know, I know. But I SOOOO mean it this time.

Stay tuned!

A birthday song just for me? Why thanks!